Part 3:
She jumped out of the car when she got there and tried to find
his mind signature. When she found it she got back into the car and
followed it slowly so as not to lose the faint traces.
Eventually she pulled up to a motel. She parked in front of it
and found which room she was sure was his. She knocked loudly on
the door. All her vampire senses told her that no one was in that
room.
But the soulmate link told her otherwise. Damon didn't answer.
She knocked louder and called out his name, putting her hand on the
doorknob. She waited a few seconds and opened the door. It was
unlocked which worried her.
Raven shut and locked the door behind her as she surveyed the
room. Damon was lying flat on his back on the end of the bed. His
feet were off the edge and just barely brushed the floor.
Raven was at his side in second, kneeling on the floor. Damon
was deathly pale, unnaturally so even for a vampire. He was on the
verge of dying. Raven nearly kicked herself because she knew it was
because she had taken too much blood from him last night.
She was surprised he wasn't dead yet. She shoved her
shirtsleeve up and tore at her wrist with her long canines. There
was enough witch in her blood to do Damon some good but she didn't'
know if it would do enough good.
She held her bleeding wrist against Damon's mouth, praying to
every god and goddess she could think of, that he would drink it.
After a couple of seconds she saw him swallow reflexively. He was
still unconscious and Raven knew it wasn't enough.
Damon needed human blood. Raven couldn't think of any way to
get some to him. She knew that if he got a donor the blood lust
would take control of him and the person wouldn't have a chance of
survival.
And she couldn't just leave and go pick somebody off the
streets for him. She didn't think he'd still be alive by the time
she got back.
Raven sat with her wrist to Damon's mouth for another fifteen
minutes. Then she got up and called her Dad at work.
"Hello?" his voice came over the phone.
"Daddy, I found Damon. He's dying!" she said in a shaky voice.
"Why? What happened to him?"
Raven had to take a deep long breath before she could answer.
"When he was going after Mary we fought and I drank his blood, you
know. But then we ended up in each other's minds and I didn't stop
until he pulled away. I have no clue how much I took and now he's
dying because I took too much."
"Calm down honey. Have you given him any blood?"
"Some of mine but it won't do enough to help him live. He'd
have to drain me dry twice because there's too much vampire in me."
"Is there any other way you can get him blood?"
"Maybe from an animal. But once he wakes up and starts feeding
the blood lust will over power him. That's why I can't get him the
human blood he needs."
"Where are you, Blackbird?" Raven gave the address and said
goodbye. She wasn't sure what her father planned on doing but it
had to be better then what she could do. Raven didn't seem to be
able to tear herself away from Damon's side.
Raven bit her already healed wrist and tried to revive Damon
again. He still hadn't woken up by the time Raven's dad had gotten
there. Raven refused to let him come in the room in case Damon woke
up and went after him.
So Raven talked to him outside of the room. He had brought her
Boxer, their pet.
"Why'd you bring him?"
"You know that we were going to take him to the pound soon to
have him put to sleep. He's an old dog. Try and get Damon to drink
him," Mr. Johnson told her.
"What about Mom and Marygold?" Raven asked shocked.
"They'll understand. They'd do it them selves in your
position. I hope it helps," he kissed Raven 's cheek and instructed
her to call if she needed anything.
Raven and her Dad gave Boxer a final pat and Raven dutifully
took him into the motel room. Feeling sorry for the dog she knocked
him unconscious before she cut his throat.
She only really nicked it, wanting Damon to come around and
bite the dog on his own. She took some of the blood on her fingers
and smeared it on Damon's lips. Then she held her fingers under
Damon's nose, letting him get the scent.
Raven held her breath as she waited for a reaction. After a
few minutes Damon's tongue brushed his lips, tasting the blood.
Raven pulled back her hand as Damon's eyes snapped open and he
looked for the source of the blood. His eyes landed on Boxer and he
lifted himself far enough off the bed to get to Boxer's blood
easily.
Damon was still lying on the bed as he drained the dog. When
he was finished he lay back on the bed in pretty much his original
position. Then he noticed Raven. He scrabbled up so he was sitting
then he scooted back until he bumped into the headboard.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he snarled, blood still on
his fangs and around his lips.
"Saving your ass, that's what. How do you feel?" Damon didn't
answer as he licked at the blood around his lips.
"You can leave now," he said turning to face her. Raven could
see that he was straining not to lunge at her neck, which he was
staring at.
"I could if I didn't care if you died. But seeing as I do I
won't leave."
"I can manage on my own," he snapped angrily.
"How, if you leave this room you're going to attack the first
person you see, no matter how many witnesses you have. You might
live for a while but you'll either be killed by hunters or put in a
freak show where you can live off of chicken blood or something for
the rest of your live."
Damon knew what she said was probably true but he wanted her
to leave him alone just the same.
"Leave," he whispered, almost begging.
"No. Come on, we've got to get you some human blood." Raven
went over to where Damon was, but he tried to scoot away. She
grabbed him and dragged him off the bed. "Ok, you walk to the door
with out stumbling or stopping or whatever and I'll believe that
you can do just fine on your own. Then I'll leave. But only then."
Damon hauled himself to his feet using the bed and wall for
assistance. He made it a full six steps before he fell to his
knees. Damon almost felt like crying as Raven helped him back up.
He needed to get away from her. Before he attacked her. As
much as he had convinced himself that he hated her he couldn't do
that. He told himself that it was just because she had saved his
life. He had to admit that. If she hadn't have come along he'd
probably be mummifying right now.
Raven pretty much had to drag Damon out of the room and to her
car. She helped him into the backseat, where he could lie down if
he wanted to. She didn't understand why he was so against her
helping him.
Then she realized that this was probably the first time in his
life where he had been in a situation where he had to get help.
Raven drove to the worst part of the town. Where the deserted
alleys and warehouses were.
Damon sat in the back seat trying to ignore the thirst that
was nearly over whelming him. It was so hard with a girl whose
heartbeat sounded in his ears. He could almost hear the blood
rushing in her veins.
He lay down and closed his eyes. He let his mind wander to
anywhere but blood and hunger. Somehow thoughts of his mother
surfaced. He felt the nearly overwhelming desire to run to his
mother and be comforted. That was stupid he told himself. His
mother had been dead almost his entire life. And he had lead an
extremely long life.
Damon was simply burning with the need now. He had to feed.
The dog hadn't been nearly enough. Raven could feel his hunger
rolling from him in waves. 'This isn't good,' she thought.
"Just a few more minutes," she said out loud. She and Damon,
who had sat up, spotted the guy walking in the alley at the same
time. Raven stopped the car just as Damon jumped out.
His hunger had completely taken over him now and Damon
couldn't do a thing about it. Raven got out of the car realizing
that the kid hadn't been alone. There were four other humans
yelling and rushing Damon.
"What the hell?" one said skidding to a stop, seeing Damon
feasting on his friend. Damon glanced up for a second, showing his
mouth and teeth dripping with blood. He hadn't just bitten the guy,
he had torn out his throat.
"Don't try and leave. Thanks a lot, now I have to deal with
these people," she snapped in Damon's general direction as the four
turned to run.
"What are you creatures? You're not human," one asked shakily.
"You better believe we're not. We are the things you see in
movies, the monsters under the bed you knew as a child. We're the
things nightmares are made of," Raven said, enjoying scaring the
living daylights out of them.
They all turned and ran in one accord. Raven was in front of
them in seconds.
"You turn around and get back to where we were. You can't out
run me. There's no chance of escape." The four split up into groups
of two each and went in different directions. By now Damon had
drained the guy dry and went after one group.
Raven had to go after the second. They couldn't walk away
after seeing what they had. Raven wiped their memories and took a
quick bite from one. She was hungry. Sharing your blood wasn't
always the best thing to do.
When Raven was done with the two she went to find Damon. He
wasn't far off. He had wiped their minds and had taken a lot of
blood from one but he would still live.
"Hello Damon," she said coldly. "Get in the car, I'll give you
a ride back to your motel room."
"Thanks," he said grudgingly. Raven knew he meant for
everything, not just the ride. He got in the passengers' side this
time. Raven felt anger try to surface and she pushed it down.
It was that she disapproved of what had happened, she had done
it herself with out the blood lust taking over her before. It was
that she knew she would probably never see Damon again. He'd
probably leave town tonight.
They remained silent for the rest of the ride. Raven murmured
a good bye that she knew Damon heard but he didn't respond. Raven
went home after that and wrote in her diary. After she was done she
went to sleep, having nothing better to do.
Damon sat on the bed against the headboard in his motel room.
He decided to leave that night. Right now he felt like an over fed
tick. Sort of like you did after Thanksgiving dinner. He would
leave after he woke up, he told himself as he drifted off.
He slept restlessly, his head full of dreams about Raven.
There were both good and bad dreams. Dreams of living happily ever
after and dreams of having his heart shattered into a million
pieces.
Tossing and turning on her own bed across town Raven was
having dreams that disturbed her. Dreams with Damon in them. She
got the feeling that they were his memories handed to her courtesy
of the soulmate link.
Raven saw Damon with his mother, as she cried out in pain. He
would have a baby brother or sister soon, a servant told him as
Damon was carried out of the room. Damon decided he didn't want one
if it was going to cause his mother pain.
She saw the memory where Damon had found out his mother had
died. He thought his brother had killed his mother and he carried
that hatred for the rest of his life. His little brother had stolen
the only person the little Damon had loved.
She woke up after the memory faded to hear the telephone ring.
It was her father.
"Ah, so you are back. Is Damon ok?"
"He's fine," Raven answered yawning.
"That's good. Can you do me a favor and pick up your sister
from school? Besides, she's dying to know who your parents are and
why you rushed off this morning."
"Of course I will. Bye Dad," she said.
"Bye Raven," he replied hanging up. Raven ran a comb through
her tousled hair and went to the high school.
"What happened?" Mary demanded as she got in the car.
"What do you want to know first?"
"Who are you're parents?"
"Linda and Frank Wolfe. And I have a brother named Gabriel."
"Now, why'd you run off this morning?"
"Don't hate me, but you remember that vampire last night?
Well, he' s my soulmate and something was wrong with him and I felt
through the link. Which is why I felt off this morning. Anyway, I
went to go see what was wrong." Raven gave Mary a short explanation
on what had gone on all that morning.
"Dad was right. I'm glad Boxer helped out. I'm gonna miss him
though," Mary told her. "I don't mind Damon being your soulmate.
Just don't expect me to get all that close to him."
"I don't think you'll get the chance, Damon doesn't want
anything to do with me," Raven explained sadly.
"Oh, that's too bad."
"Do you want to go to the store with me? It's my turn to cook
and I have to pick up a few things."
"No thanks," Mary told her. Mary watched Raven through the
window as she left. Then she went up the stairs as fast as she
could with her crutches. She went into Raven's bedroom and found
her diary just lying open on the nightstand.
Mary picked it up and read today's entry. Mary found the
information she was looking for. She called a friend who lived
close by and asked if they could give her a ride. 15 minutes later
Mary found herself standing in front of Damon's room.
Damon wasn't dreaming of the future anymore. He was seeing
some of Raven's memories. He saw how she had mood swings and that
she liked to run off her anger. He woke up to the sound of someone
knocking on the door.
He opened it expecting a maid or something before he
remembered the dog who was just lying beside the bed. He hadn't
started to smell yet but he would soon.
To his complete shock the open door revealed Raven's sister.
The girl who was supposed to have been his meal yesterday.
"Damon, we need to talk," she said.
"Nice cast," he said trying to make her angry. "Aren't you
worried that I might bite?" Mary brushed by him and walked in the
room with out asking.
"You over fed earlier," she said simply, refusing to take the
bait, as she sat down on the only chair in the room. "Okay, look,
you have this perfectly good soulmate, who loves you a lot. Why try
and give that up?" she asked pointedly.
"I don't need her or anyone else. I've done just fine by
myself."
"I suppose you have. I guess after losing people dear to you
that you might be afraid to let any one get close to you again."
"I'm not afraid. You don't know a thing about me so where do
you get off saying…."
"I read Raven's diary and found out what she knew about you.
You lost a couple off people close to you and don't want to chance
it happening again," Mary interrupted him. Damon glared at her.
"So what?" he demanded.
"You should give her a chance before you lose something you
might have had. Years from now if you just leave I'm positive that
you'll be looking back and thinking 'if only'. Don't ruin what
could turn out to be the best thing you ever had because you're
scared."
"Some how I doubt that."
"'It is better to have loved and lost then to never have to
never have loved at all.' Think about that. It's true you know.
With out loving you never lead a full life. You can live forever
with out ever really living," Mary quoted for him.
"You can decided what ever, but I think you should really at
least get to know Raven before you just put her off to the side."
Mary left because her ride was waiting for her out side still. She
had told them she was just dropping off something with a visiting
friend.
Damon banished all thoughts about what the petite girl had
said to him. Who knew what thinking like that lead to. He threw all
his belongings into his duffel and threw it all in the back seat of
his sleek, black Ferrari.
Then he just left town. With no intentions of ever coming
back.
She jumped out of the car when she got there and tried to find
his mind signature. When she found it she got back into the car and
followed it slowly so as not to lose the faint traces.
Eventually she pulled up to a motel. She parked in front of it
and found which room she was sure was his. She knocked loudly on
the door. All her vampire senses told her that no one was in that
room.
But the soulmate link told her otherwise. Damon didn't answer.
She knocked louder and called out his name, putting her hand on the
doorknob. She waited a few seconds and opened the door. It was
unlocked which worried her.
Raven shut and locked the door behind her as she surveyed the
room. Damon was lying flat on his back on the end of the bed. His
feet were off the edge and just barely brushed the floor.
Raven was at his side in second, kneeling on the floor. Damon
was deathly pale, unnaturally so even for a vampire. He was on the
verge of dying. Raven nearly kicked herself because she knew it was
because she had taken too much blood from him last night.
She was surprised he wasn't dead yet. She shoved her
shirtsleeve up and tore at her wrist with her long canines. There
was enough witch in her blood to do Damon some good but she didn't'
know if it would do enough good.
She held her bleeding wrist against Damon's mouth, praying to
every god and goddess she could think of, that he would drink it.
After a couple of seconds she saw him swallow reflexively. He was
still unconscious and Raven knew it wasn't enough.
Damon needed human blood. Raven couldn't think of any way to
get some to him. She knew that if he got a donor the blood lust
would take control of him and the person wouldn't have a chance of
survival.
And she couldn't just leave and go pick somebody off the
streets for him. She didn't think he'd still be alive by the time
she got back.
Raven sat with her wrist to Damon's mouth for another fifteen
minutes. Then she got up and called her Dad at work.
"Hello?" his voice came over the phone.
"Daddy, I found Damon. He's dying!" she said in a shaky voice.
"Why? What happened to him?"
Raven had to take a deep long breath before she could answer.
"When he was going after Mary we fought and I drank his blood, you
know. But then we ended up in each other's minds and I didn't stop
until he pulled away. I have no clue how much I took and now he's
dying because I took too much."
"Calm down honey. Have you given him any blood?"
"Some of mine but it won't do enough to help him live. He'd
have to drain me dry twice because there's too much vampire in me."
"Is there any other way you can get him blood?"
"Maybe from an animal. But once he wakes up and starts feeding
the blood lust will over power him. That's why I can't get him the
human blood he needs."
"Where are you, Blackbird?" Raven gave the address and said
goodbye. She wasn't sure what her father planned on doing but it
had to be better then what she could do. Raven didn't seem to be
able to tear herself away from Damon's side.
Raven bit her already healed wrist and tried to revive Damon
again. He still hadn't woken up by the time Raven's dad had gotten
there. Raven refused to let him come in the room in case Damon woke
up and went after him.
So Raven talked to him outside of the room. He had brought her
Boxer, their pet.
"Why'd you bring him?"
"You know that we were going to take him to the pound soon to
have him put to sleep. He's an old dog. Try and get Damon to drink
him," Mr. Johnson told her.
"What about Mom and Marygold?" Raven asked shocked.
"They'll understand. They'd do it them selves in your
position. I hope it helps," he kissed Raven 's cheek and instructed
her to call if she needed anything.
Raven and her Dad gave Boxer a final pat and Raven dutifully
took him into the motel room. Feeling sorry for the dog she knocked
him unconscious before she cut his throat.
She only really nicked it, wanting Damon to come around and
bite the dog on his own. She took some of the blood on her fingers
and smeared it on Damon's lips. Then she held her fingers under
Damon's nose, letting him get the scent.
Raven held her breath as she waited for a reaction. After a
few minutes Damon's tongue brushed his lips, tasting the blood.
Raven pulled back her hand as Damon's eyes snapped open and he
looked for the source of the blood. His eyes landed on Boxer and he
lifted himself far enough off the bed to get to Boxer's blood
easily.
Damon was still lying on the bed as he drained the dog. When
he was finished he lay back on the bed in pretty much his original
position. Then he noticed Raven. He scrabbled up so he was sitting
then he scooted back until he bumped into the headboard.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he snarled, blood still on
his fangs and around his lips.
"Saving your ass, that's what. How do you feel?" Damon didn't
answer as he licked at the blood around his lips.
"You can leave now," he said turning to face her. Raven could
see that he was straining not to lunge at her neck, which he was
staring at.
"I could if I didn't care if you died. But seeing as I do I
won't leave."
"I can manage on my own," he snapped angrily.
"How, if you leave this room you're going to attack the first
person you see, no matter how many witnesses you have. You might
live for a while but you'll either be killed by hunters or put in a
freak show where you can live off of chicken blood or something for
the rest of your live."
Damon knew what she said was probably true but he wanted her
to leave him alone just the same.
"Leave," he whispered, almost begging.
"No. Come on, we've got to get you some human blood." Raven
went over to where Damon was, but he tried to scoot away. She
grabbed him and dragged him off the bed. "Ok, you walk to the door
with out stumbling or stopping or whatever and I'll believe that
you can do just fine on your own. Then I'll leave. But only then."
Damon hauled himself to his feet using the bed and wall for
assistance. He made it a full six steps before he fell to his
knees. Damon almost felt like crying as Raven helped him back up.
He needed to get away from her. Before he attacked her. As
much as he had convinced himself that he hated her he couldn't do
that. He told himself that it was just because she had saved his
life. He had to admit that. If she hadn't have come along he'd
probably be mummifying right now.
Raven pretty much had to drag Damon out of the room and to her
car. She helped him into the backseat, where he could lie down if
he wanted to. She didn't understand why he was so against her
helping him.
Then she realized that this was probably the first time in his
life where he had been in a situation where he had to get help.
Raven drove to the worst part of the town. Where the deserted
alleys and warehouses were.
Damon sat in the back seat trying to ignore the thirst that
was nearly over whelming him. It was so hard with a girl whose
heartbeat sounded in his ears. He could almost hear the blood
rushing in her veins.
He lay down and closed his eyes. He let his mind wander to
anywhere but blood and hunger. Somehow thoughts of his mother
surfaced. He felt the nearly overwhelming desire to run to his
mother and be comforted. That was stupid he told himself. His
mother had been dead almost his entire life. And he had lead an
extremely long life.
Damon was simply burning with the need now. He had to feed.
The dog hadn't been nearly enough. Raven could feel his hunger
rolling from him in waves. 'This isn't good,' she thought.
"Just a few more minutes," she said out loud. She and Damon,
who had sat up, spotted the guy walking in the alley at the same
time. Raven stopped the car just as Damon jumped out.
His hunger had completely taken over him now and Damon
couldn't do a thing about it. Raven got out of the car realizing
that the kid hadn't been alone. There were four other humans
yelling and rushing Damon.
"What the hell?" one said skidding to a stop, seeing Damon
feasting on his friend. Damon glanced up for a second, showing his
mouth and teeth dripping with blood. He hadn't just bitten the guy,
he had torn out his throat.
"Don't try and leave. Thanks a lot, now I have to deal with
these people," she snapped in Damon's general direction as the four
turned to run.
"What are you creatures? You're not human," one asked shakily.
"You better believe we're not. We are the things you see in
movies, the monsters under the bed you knew as a child. We're the
things nightmares are made of," Raven said, enjoying scaring the
living daylights out of them.
They all turned and ran in one accord. Raven was in front of
them in seconds.
"You turn around and get back to where we were. You can't out
run me. There's no chance of escape." The four split up into groups
of two each and went in different directions. By now Damon had
drained the guy dry and went after one group.
Raven had to go after the second. They couldn't walk away
after seeing what they had. Raven wiped their memories and took a
quick bite from one. She was hungry. Sharing your blood wasn't
always the best thing to do.
When Raven was done with the two she went to find Damon. He
wasn't far off. He had wiped their minds and had taken a lot of
blood from one but he would still live.
"Hello Damon," she said coldly. "Get in the car, I'll give you
a ride back to your motel room."
"Thanks," he said grudgingly. Raven knew he meant for
everything, not just the ride. He got in the passengers' side this
time. Raven felt anger try to surface and she pushed it down.
It was that she disapproved of what had happened, she had done
it herself with out the blood lust taking over her before. It was
that she knew she would probably never see Damon again. He'd
probably leave town tonight.
They remained silent for the rest of the ride. Raven murmured
a good bye that she knew Damon heard but he didn't respond. Raven
went home after that and wrote in her diary. After she was done she
went to sleep, having nothing better to do.
Damon sat on the bed against the headboard in his motel room.
He decided to leave that night. Right now he felt like an over fed
tick. Sort of like you did after Thanksgiving dinner. He would
leave after he woke up, he told himself as he drifted off.
He slept restlessly, his head full of dreams about Raven.
There were both good and bad dreams. Dreams of living happily ever
after and dreams of having his heart shattered into a million
pieces.
Tossing and turning on her own bed across town Raven was
having dreams that disturbed her. Dreams with Damon in them. She
got the feeling that they were his memories handed to her courtesy
of the soulmate link.
Raven saw Damon with his mother, as she cried out in pain. He
would have a baby brother or sister soon, a servant told him as
Damon was carried out of the room. Damon decided he didn't want one
if it was going to cause his mother pain.
She saw the memory where Damon had found out his mother had
died. He thought his brother had killed his mother and he carried
that hatred for the rest of his life. His little brother had stolen
the only person the little Damon had loved.
She woke up after the memory faded to hear the telephone ring.
It was her father.
"Ah, so you are back. Is Damon ok?"
"He's fine," Raven answered yawning.
"That's good. Can you do me a favor and pick up your sister
from school? Besides, she's dying to know who your parents are and
why you rushed off this morning."
"Of course I will. Bye Dad," she said.
"Bye Raven," he replied hanging up. Raven ran a comb through
her tousled hair and went to the high school.
"What happened?" Mary demanded as she got in the car.
"What do you want to know first?"
"Who are you're parents?"
"Linda and Frank Wolfe. And I have a brother named Gabriel."
"Now, why'd you run off this morning?"
"Don't hate me, but you remember that vampire last night?
Well, he' s my soulmate and something was wrong with him and I felt
through the link. Which is why I felt off this morning. Anyway, I
went to go see what was wrong." Raven gave Mary a short explanation
on what had gone on all that morning.
"Dad was right. I'm glad Boxer helped out. I'm gonna miss him
though," Mary told her. "I don't mind Damon being your soulmate.
Just don't expect me to get all that close to him."
"I don't think you'll get the chance, Damon doesn't want
anything to do with me," Raven explained sadly.
"Oh, that's too bad."
"Do you want to go to the store with me? It's my turn to cook
and I have to pick up a few things."
"No thanks," Mary told her. Mary watched Raven through the
window as she left. Then she went up the stairs as fast as she
could with her crutches. She went into Raven's bedroom and found
her diary just lying open on the nightstand.
Mary picked it up and read today's entry. Mary found the
information she was looking for. She called a friend who lived
close by and asked if they could give her a ride. 15 minutes later
Mary found herself standing in front of Damon's room.
Damon wasn't dreaming of the future anymore. He was seeing
some of Raven's memories. He saw how she had mood swings and that
she liked to run off her anger. He woke up to the sound of someone
knocking on the door.
He opened it expecting a maid or something before he
remembered the dog who was just lying beside the bed. He hadn't
started to smell yet but he would soon.
To his complete shock the open door revealed Raven's sister.
The girl who was supposed to have been his meal yesterday.
"Damon, we need to talk," she said.
"Nice cast," he said trying to make her angry. "Aren't you
worried that I might bite?" Mary brushed by him and walked in the
room with out asking.
"You over fed earlier," she said simply, refusing to take the
bait, as she sat down on the only chair in the room. "Okay, look,
you have this perfectly good soulmate, who loves you a lot. Why try
and give that up?" she asked pointedly.
"I don't need her or anyone else. I've done just fine by
myself."
"I suppose you have. I guess after losing people dear to you
that you might be afraid to let any one get close to you again."
"I'm not afraid. You don't know a thing about me so where do
you get off saying…."
"I read Raven's diary and found out what she knew about you.
You lost a couple off people close to you and don't want to chance
it happening again," Mary interrupted him. Damon glared at her.
"So what?" he demanded.
"You should give her a chance before you lose something you
might have had. Years from now if you just leave I'm positive that
you'll be looking back and thinking 'if only'. Don't ruin what
could turn out to be the best thing you ever had because you're
scared."
"Some how I doubt that."
"'It is better to have loved and lost then to never have to
never have loved at all.' Think about that. It's true you know.
With out loving you never lead a full life. You can live forever
with out ever really living," Mary quoted for him.
"You can decided what ever, but I think you should really at
least get to know Raven before you just put her off to the side."
Mary left because her ride was waiting for her out side still. She
had told them she was just dropping off something with a visiting
friend.
Damon banished all thoughts about what the petite girl had
said to him. Who knew what thinking like that lead to. He threw all
his belongings into his duffel and threw it all in the back seat of
his sleek, black Ferrari.
Then he just left town. With no intentions of ever coming
back.